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rafecameroninterlude · 16 days

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rafe + gun play 🫠

warnings: dealer!rafe, bratty!reader, gunplay, a little self discovery lol

“will you put that down already? jesus, you’re going to kill somebody.” rafe took the loaded gun out of your hand, his tall figure towering over your own. you two had been stuck here at barry’s dingy trailer for about an hour already, rafe’s business partner leaving your boyfriend in charge of looking after his shit while he ran a few errands. “i’m bored! what are we supposed to do here, ray?” you followed rafe back inside, plopping down on the couch with a sigh.

“just sit and look pretty. barry should be here soon.” he emptied the chamber of the gun, placing it on the kitchen counter. “but i’ve been doing that!” rafe pinched the bridge of his nose, “y/n..” his tone was firm, a warning for you to stop giving him a hard time. ultimately surrendering, you fiddled with a loose thread on the hem of your denim skirt. you two sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until rafe joined you on the couch.

“what’s your sudden interest in my gun about? i thought you hated that thing.” he draped an arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side. you smiled, knowing he was warming up to you because he felt bad for getting stern with you earlier. “i did.. but i saw you use it the other day and i wanted to see how it would feel in my hands.” your hand was under his shirt, fingertips tracing shapes into the soft skin of his abdomen. “and what did you think?” he hummed.

“well, i don’t know. somebody took it away from me before i could figure out how i felt about it.” rafe shook his head, retrieving the gun before cautiously handing it over to you. running the pads of your fingers across the cold metal, you shivered slightly when your mind went back to the cracking noise it made when you first saw rafe fire it. “so?” he leaned in, the stark contrast between your pink manicured nails, and the black color of steel, making a humored smile form on his lips.

“it’s heavy..” you held it up, with rafe’s assistance of course. “it’s heavier when there’s ammunition in it.” he placed his hand over yours, making you grip the handle. “ammunition?” your eyebrows knitted in confusion. “bullets, babe.” you giggled, “oh, right.” rafe pressed a kiss to your temple before bringing you up to your feet. “you see that beer can on the table? aim at it.” you tried to ignore the way the buckle of his belt pressed against your ass, a shaky breath leaving your lips once you had the gun pointed at your target.

“pull the trigger.” your heart was beating in your ears as you slowly pulled, flinching once you heard the hollow click of the barrel. “see? it’s easy.” you sighed in relief, jumping excitedly as rafe laughed along with you. “can we load it now?” rafe stopped abruptly, clearing his throat. “no.” he reached for the gun, making you move away before he had the chance to take it again. “give it, it’s not a toy-” he froze when you pointed it at him. even though there was nothing inside the damned thing, the sight of you smiling with a weapon in your hand was unsettling… and kind of sexy?

“aw, are you scared ray?” you pushed the metal into his chest, “sit down.” rafe did as he was told, holding his hands up defensively as he settled into the couch cushions beneath him. you couldn’t help the satisfied feeling that pooled in your belly from having your usually dominant boyfriend now bending at your will. “take your shirt off.” the corner of rafe’s lips lifted in a smirk. surprisingly for him, he was enjoying every second of you thinking you had the one up on him.

he slipped the garment off, your eyes traveling down his torso. god, your boyfriend was glorious. rafe leaned back, manspreading as you stood between his thighs. “what do you think you’re gonna do with that?” you shrugged at his words, trailing the gun up his thigh “i don’t know.. maybe make you take your pants off next.” your next move was a bold one, but it riled up rafe in the best way possible. with the firearm now pressed against his erection, he was practically buzzing with the need to flip the script on you.

as if on cue, you heard the motor of a dirt bike riding up the dirt path to the trailer. rafe took your moment of distraction as a chance to grab the gun out of your grasp, which was deemed successful when he pulled you down onto his lap, the steel now digging into the skin of your thigh. “thought you were tough shit, huh?” you whimpered at the slightly painful sensation, his arm draped over your chest, holding you in place.

“no!” you squeaked, a shiver running down your spine as he trailed the gun between your legs, briefly touching your clothed cunt before bringing it up to your chest. “still think we should load it now?” rafe teased. you shook your head, confused as to why you felt horny with a gun pointed to your cheek. just as you grinded yourself against his hardened cock, barry walked in with a duffle bag. “what are y’all freaks getting into now?”

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wheatnoodle · 1 year

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robin is using everything in her power to find steve a boyfriend. now that she had finally gotten her head out of her ass to see that nancy didn’t find her rambling annoying, but charming and that got comfy in their new relationship, she wanted nothing more than the same for her best friend.

for too long, robin has stood back and watched as steve got used and played again and again. too many men and women coming around and flashing him pretty smiles and saying all the right things just to take him on a date, get him to drop his pants, and then he’d never hear from them again. she sees the way it effects him, the way he seems to be deteriorating right before her eyes.

he’s given up flirting with the babes that walk in the front door of their job, choosing to stay behind the counter. he leans on his fist, flips through a magazine and only glances up to say hello.

unless, of course, that customer is eddie munson. eddie, who will come in so quiet and lean down in steve’s space to break him from his trance. and steve will smile. and he’ll blush. and he’ll giggle and look away so eddie can’t see how flustered he is. and he waves the late fees every time. and she continues to watch.

robin is using everything in her power to get steve eddie as a boyfriend. sweet eddie who holds the door for steve and makes him smile brighter than robin has ever seen.

and it’s this reason that she was able to convince steve to join her and nancy at a bar in indy and invite eddie along so he “doesn’t third wheel”. meaning it’s also this reason she’s currently tearing apart steve’s closet for the perfect “date me!” outfit. because if he pulls up to this place in a polo and robin’s the one who brought him? she could never go back.

“robs, i can’t wear these.” steve is bright red in the face as he looks over his shoulder in the mirror. she got him in the tightest jeans he owns, the denim light and hugging every single curve from the waist down. he’s lucky he can even breathe in them. he hates how his butt is on display and there’s no room in his crotch to move comfortably and what if his knees get cold where they’re exposed to the outside elements?

“you absolutely can and you absolutely will. turn around and let me pretend you’re a girl so i can drool over your ass,” robin whistles from her place on his bed. she’s surrounded by piles of clothes, a multicolored avalanche of preppy and she just might go insane. “now you need a shirt.”

“i don’t get why you’re putting in all this effort. i’m just gonna embarrass myself in front of him. especially if i try to make a move,” steve grumbles and tugs his current sweatshirt over his head. robin’s got a pair of scissors from his bedside drawer and a clearly well-loved pink floyd t-shirt in hand. “what are you doing?”

“how much do you love this shirt?”

“robin don’t you-“

“how much, steven.” her gaze is firm and he knows it best to just give in. he rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a huff and robin smiles back at him in victory. he’s turned back to the mirror, listening to the sound of slicing fabric behind him.

she tosses it to him once she’s done and he pulls it over his head. dear god his waist is on display. and the trail of hair down to- oh this is humiliating. “robin.”

“steve!” she squeals, clapping her hands together.

“robin,” he whines, throwing his head back and tugging at the jagged edge of the shirt.

“steve!” she answers in the same tone with a bright smile. “you’re so hot! eddie is going to eat you up and if he doesn’t, then somebody else absolutely will.”

“you think so?” steve looks at her through the mirror. a soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips and she can’t help but smile back, full of love and warmth.

“i know so.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #steddie #robin buckley #qpr stobin #platonic stobin #codependent stobin

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wettvagina · 7 months

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synopsis: Nanami Kento, your ''work husband'' thinks you've finally started seeing somebody which would supposedly deter his role in your life, was he more than just a fuck here and there? warnings: p in v , creampie , rough sex a/n: i haven't even watched out jjk so sorry if i write the characters a little bit off

" Then I said 'No way, Kiyoshi. I would never even put that in my mouth, then he slaps it on my face and it gets like all over my face and in my mouth too. It was disgusting." you sum up your weekend trip of going to the amusement park with your family, talking about the infamous incident of the corndog with the green nacho cheese sauce, a tale spread widely amongst your co-workers of Jujustu High.

Gojo laughs hysterically, hitting your shoulder to express himself more. "Okay, okay." you chirp along, "Sounds interesting." Nanami spoke, you flinch, not expecting his deep, husky voice to rung amongst the group of people you were with. "Hey, when did you get here?" you question, taking a sip of your coffee through the reusable, plastic lid.

"Just recently, hope I'm not missing out in all the fun." he murmured unenthusiastically. "Nope, I have another part to my story." you mention, "Ooh tell, tell." Gojo encouraged like a child, "Right, so me and Kiyoshi went on this ride, ah- I forgot the name, but it spun me around so much times, I almost had to vomit and right after I came off, I puked all over my new shirt, it was disgusting and I think I stained my shirt too." you babbled with Gojo, earning another loud laugh from the white-haired man.

Words started spinning in Nanami's head as he stood between you and Gojo, pondering to himself, 'Who is Kiyoshi?', he tried recalling you ever mentioning a Kiyoshi, but there was no ring of recollection. Of course, he could simply ask who was Kiyoshi, however he didn't know what reaction he'd have to what you would say.

Keeping the act of being unbothered, he calmy asked, "Who's Kiyoshi?" he enquired as he vehemently pushed down any sort of emotion imbued in his voice, both Gojo and you turned to look at him, face blank as you registered his question.

"Oh. He's my-", "Sensei!!" Itadori's voice rung, interrupting you mid-sentence, you turned your head to see the boy at the doorframe, waving at you enthusiatically, you quickly walked over to him upon noticing his excitement, leaving both Gojo and Nanami in the presence of eachother.

Gojo turned to Nanami, "I think he's her boyfriend." Gojo stated while scratching his head, "Anyways, bye bye." Gojo waved before joining you and Itadori, leaving Nanami standing with a tense, straight face. He sighed unwittingly, balling his hand into a fist before releasing them slowly as he looked at you, your plump, lustre lips moving as you spoke frantically to both Itadori and Gojo.

Nanami noticed Gojo grab Itadori's shoulder, ushering him away from you, plausibly engaging him in some sort of activity or mission to build his strength, you waved at the two of them before turning to Nanami, you walk over to him, with the intention of getting your handbag that you placed on the sidetable next to your cup of coffee.

"You didn't tell me you got yourself a boyfriend." Nanami gnarled. "Hm, what do you mean?" you question, grabbing your bagstrap, "Playing dumb now?" he mused, grabbing your wrist, pinning it down onto the table. "W-What are you talking about?" you fretted, "What about me? Hm, what am I gonna do when I'm horny?" he muttered into your ear, standing in front of you now, using each of his hands to pin yours onto the table behind you, trapping you in front of him.

You gasp, the room noticeably silent after he spoke, you looked down before looking up at him again, "What are you saying?" you catechize, releasing his grip from both of your wrists, the moves his hand to the curve of your ass, grabbing at the curve of your plump, clothed ass. "Nanami, not here, we can't, not in a classroom." you asserted, "The classroom is empty." Nanami remarked as his hands traveled lower, one hand stayed on your ass as one ventured lower, pulling up your skirt shamelessly using his index and middle finger, he manouvered the pads of his fingers over the fabric of your panties which covered your pussy.

Rubbing a line, teasing your clit through the fabric of your panties, Nanami felt the cloth dampen, smirking lightly as he continued to play with your pussy through the cloth. "Turn around for me." he instructed, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, biting your lower lip as you felt your heart rate increase, "Lock the door." you spout before turning around like he said, you pressed your hands down into the wooden table in front of you, legs almost trembling in anticipation as you hear the door click.

Nanami positioned himself behind you, lining the tent in his pants to where your ass bowed, you felt him behind you, holding onto your hips as he alligned himself, he brought his face towards your shoulder, you twisted your head to look at him, lips meeting as he kissed your reddened lips, down to your neck, stopping at your collarbone. "Mine." he groaned, unbuckling his belt, you hear the zipper come down as his enormous, girthy cock sprung free.

You felt the tip hit your ass as he held his cock in his palms, stroking himself slowly before lifting your skirt, using his thumb to massage your clit through the wet-stained fabric of your panties, " Arch your back for me." he instructed to which you complied, feeling a rush of pleasure run up your spine when he positioned his thumb lower. Using his index finger, he slid your panties to the side, you felt the head of his cock around the rim of your pussy, making your chest tighten as your pussy oozed with juices, only aiding him in slipping it in.

It was only half-way in, you gasped while placing your hand on his tense lower stomach, feeling his tight abs through his shirt, slamming his entire length into your drenching pussy, he stared off with slow thrusts, getting your pussy standardized to the wideness and lengthiness of his flushed pink-colored cock.

"Oh fuck." you moaned when he fucked you slowly, dipping his cock out of you as he slowly pushed himself back in, watching how your ass pressed against his hip when he shoved himself deeper into you. "Please." you whined, in one swift motion, he used his hand to wrap your hair around his palms, tugging at your hair before increasing his speed.

Your back arching as he fucked into you at a godly pace, skin slapping against his as you moan loudly, attempting to speak, "S-slow down.'' you whine, "Be quiet." he groaned as he used his free hand to grab onto your waist as he dug his cock as deep as it could reach into your cushiony walls before drawing it out, leaving the tip standing inside alone before he rushed his cock into you oncemore.

Your hands trembled as you held onto the table, your knees growing weak with every thrust, he pounded into you so greedily and ruthlessly, your needy drenched pussy was continously being stuffed by his wide cock as he tugged at your hair, groaning upon hearing you squeal at the sudden quickness of his hips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." you curse out, arms growing weak, "How's your boyfriend gonna like it when his girl's screaming around my cock, hm?" he taunted as his fingers dug into the skin of your waist, "Tell me." he grunted as he paced in and out of your dripping pussy, your mixed juices of arousal dripping down your thighs, "Can anybody fuck you like I do?" he questions, "Hm?" he hums, "No!" you whimper as your pussy quivers around his cock.

Removing his hand from your waist, his fingers travelled down to your clit where he rubbed at your nerves while simultaneously ramming into your weeping pussy, "Say my name." he commands, slamming into you as you slur your words.

"Fuck, Kento!" you bawl as your knees tremble, you feel a sudden tautness in your lower stomach, you groan as your walls clench around his cock, "Oh fuck! I- ah." you manage to squirm as you feel the tightness in your lower stomach fade out, covering his dick with your cream.

Keeping his dick inside of your plushy walls, he pressed himself against your back, letting go of your hair, "Stay with me, baby." he muttered before thrusting in and out of your weary pussy as you bite your lower lip, "'m gonna come inside you." he groans, using both hands to grab onto your sides as he plunges his cock deeply into you, painting your walls white as you feel him fill your insides, his cum runs down your thighs and down to your ankle.

He pants as he releases his grip from your waist, slowly drawing his cock from your ladened pussy, he pulls your panties to cover what it intended to, as he pulls you from your arched position, pulling up his zipper, followed by buckling his belt.

You turn around to face him, face sweaty, lips plump and in a pinkish color, "Leave your boyfriend." Nanami instructs, you sigh, as a method of catching your breath, "I don't have a boyfriend." you iterate, "You can change that though." you throw out there before grabbing at his crotch, he smirked playfully before getting a napkin for you to clean yourself.

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lifewithdavefarts · 7 months

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DaveFarts - Episode 25 “Endurance Test” [Episode List] Tim gets a bit too cocky and challenges his gassy friend by (jokingly) doubting of his farting skills. Dave, whose farts are being as powerful as usual, if not more, gladly accepts the challenge.

This story was originally requested by StraightFartGods.

POV: Tim

The weather outside, despite being warm, wasn’t the best so our plans for the night, being a group of friends who’s starting to surrender way too easily (it’s because once you’re past 25, you get instantly old), we all decided to stay home, our respective homes even, so Dave and I ended up alone. We don’t mind that much.

Dave likes going out way more than me (though it’s not like I don’t know how to have fun) but he too cherishes some good, safe alone-time to recharge social batteries: we’re much more similar than we’d like to admit, which is why we get along so well. They say we’re “the odd couple”, but I think that weirdos simply attract each other naturally, even though they can look very different at first.

“Alright.” Dave said, walking into the living room. He was dressed as if we had to leave, so a grey shirt and a pair of good old dark blue jeans, slightly loose because he untied his belt. “I’m starving.”

“Pizza?” I simply asked.

“The day I’m gonna answer ‘No’ to that is the day you’ll know a skinwalker took my place.”

The power of pizza.

Even though we didn’t actively plan for it, the night slowly morphed into a “movie night”, just the two of us on the couch eating pizza and watching a cheesy, manly, toxic action movie that we can recite by memory because of how many times we watched it: “Bullet Gore”. Now that’s a title!

“Your face is history.” the male hero said, right before turning somebody’s head to bits with his shotgun.

We cheered as and had a sip of beer as if our baseball team scored the match point and enjoyed the unnecessary but fun gore sequences of the film.

“Too bad they ruined everything with the sequel.” Dave commented.

“Aw come on. It’s worse, but not that bad.” I replied.

“Never watched and never will.” he stated, taking a good sip of beer.

By the time the movie was halfway done (it was a surprisingly long flick), I had to turn up the volume because of some noises next to me making me difficult to hear what the characters were saying.

Indeed, Dave started farting, the way he does during nights like these, with pizza and beer acting as fuel for his already incredible talent. He was resting both his legs on the small table in front of the couch, his denim ass facing the TV, so I didn’t have a proper full view of it. I could, however, hear every single blast echoing in the room, with the terrible scent immediately following each thunder.

I would love to say that he was doing this because of my kink, but this is actually what being Dave’s close friend means: you better get used to his farts, because he’s gonna just casually do it in front of you whether you like it or not. He wasn’t even acknowledging that he was ripping one every few minutes, huge ones nonetheless, though once or twice he did snap his fingers to get me to turn to him, so I could see his smirk as he ripped one. Once again, he does this with our other friends as well, but he does seem to put some extra “care” into the teasing part because he knows I actually, well, like it.

But everyone’s got limits: the farts were huge, not overly long, but incredibly stinky. Even for my standards, it was getting a bit… stuffy in there, so I actually went for it.

“I know this is weird coming from me, but… can you tone it down a bit?”

Dave slowly turned to me with a serious, surprised face, and effortlessly replied by ripping a loud, almost wet one, renewing the stench he was immune to. This time it was one of his longer ones, around 7 seconds long.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you.” he managed to say while farting. “Did you say something?”

After the fart ended and a few moments of silence (ignoring the TV), I opened my mouth to speak again, but my friend’s ass spoke first, emitting another loud, long rip.

Dave gestured to his ear and slowly shook his head, as to say the he still couldn’t hear me, as if we were in a loud nightclub, but the only music piercing through my own eardrums was my bro’s loud fart.

That ridiculous scene actually made me laugh like an idiot, while also giving me the hardest boner so far of the night.

9 seconds and the rip was over.

“So, I did it.” Dave said. “You’ve been healed. I blasted your kink out of you.” he joked.

“Please…” I played along. “Those were like… low-tier farts, for your standards.”

“True.” he playfully admitted. “So don’t tempt me.” he threatened.

I hated that I found that… hot.

“I’m n-not… I’m just s-saying that the entire room smells like, I don’t know, rotten beer? Is t-that even possible?”

Dave laughed. “If only there was something or someone who could fix this!”

“What are you implying…?” I asked.

“Well…” Dave sat normally on the couch. “I assumed your lungs were better than this. But apparently you just can’t handle my power.” he said, with a cheesy smirk.

“Oh…” I got what he meant. “Well, maybe I’m not complaining because of you’re farting too much.” I leaned closer to him, as if we were doing some shady business. “Maybe I’m complaining because you’re not farting enough.” I dared to say.

My friend replied with a surprised laughter. “Are you seriously challenging me?” he didn’t sound offended or disgusted, just amused. But he can get cocky.

“Wanna bet?” I asked, indeed challenging him.

“Alright, get up.”

Dave stood up and I did the same: it truly looked like we were doing a business meeting.

“Challenge accepted.” he continued, and we firmly shook hands. “If I win, beers are on you for 3 months.”

“Deal.” I replied. “But if I win, we’re gonna watch ‘Bullet Gore 2’ later.”

While still shaking hands, Dave looked at me funny.

“Really? That’s it?” he replied, with a smile. “All of this just to watch a shitty movie with me?”

Funny how that’s the thing he found weird instead of, you know, the boner his farts give me.

“Yeah. Pretty gay, huh?” I joked.

“Okay…” he nodded, still somewhat surprised. “It’s a deal.”

We once again had this super manly handshake going on, just as an helicopter in the movie exploded in a fiery fireball, killing a bunch of henchmen and one of the main villains, with the shirtless muscular hero saying something like “Burn in Hell, you son of a bitch!”. Probably the manliest moment I ever lived through.

“So, let’s hear those toots.” I said, bravely.”

“Toots?” my friend replied. “I’m gonna blast your face so hard you’re gonna regret having this kink…”.

Dave casually threatening me like this… got me instantly hard. I knew he was just playing along but goddammit, why am I like this? Why is he like this? Why the fuck did I even accept this bet?! As my own mind made fun of me, my bro lied on this stomach on the couch, his tall figure occupying all of it, his nice jeans-clad ass facing up, looking like a soft warm denim pillow.

I simply managed to sit between his long legs and planted my face into that ass, still stinky for all the farts he ripped until that moment. My nose wasn’t facing down however, as I didn’t want to make it weird.

“Dude.” I heard Dave say. “Honestly, your lack of commitment to your fart kink disappoints me”. he then laughed, reaching for my head. “Be a man and face my ass.” he said, pushing my head deeper between his denim asscheeks.

I tried not to laugh myself at that weird statement, so I just obeyed and turned my head, facing down, now fully at the mercy of my friend’s powerful butt. I took a good whiff, enjoying the smell of almost 1 hour of loud, post-pizza blasts. As I did that, I felt the ass’ muscles relaxing, a sign that Dave was pushing one out, and indeed it came out immediately: an ear-piercing blast and made my face shake, almost wet-sounding, felt like a slap on my face.

My task was clear: not a single particle of gas had to reach Dave’s nose, so I inhaled it deeply and loudly as the fart kept erupting straight down my nostrils. I inhaled so hard and for so long that I actually surprisingly outlasted my friend’s 9 seconds: now the only noise we both could hear (besides someone getting shot in the movie) was me breathing his gas in… which made me realize how weird that was.

Am I making this weird? Too… “porn-y” for my straight friend? I love that he has no problems with me and my kink, but I don’t want to cross certain lines you know. He’s not saying anything… but his silence only makes it worse. I had to make sure.

“Dave.” I said, my voice being muffled by his ass, which made him laugh. “Am I making this weird?”

My friend simply turned his head, trying to look at me. I managed to get a quick look of his facial expression but the only thing on his face was a cocky smirk.

“Not weirder than usual to me.” he simply said. He then reached for my head, making it bounce a bit in his ass. “…Ready?”

Another fart erupted, which itself was Dave’s real answer to my question: “it’s fine”, he knows what this kink is by now, and he’s the one who basically challenged me to sniff it all up. Plus, if he was weirded out he knew he could just tell me and I wouldn’t be offended: we’re all adults here after all.

So there I was, my nose enduring some of the worst rips my friend ever gifted to me, the sheer power of those blasts being raunchier than his usual for some reason, maybe because of the beers being warmer or the mozzarella on the pizza being spoiled. No idea.

Or maybe it was just Dave putting extra efforts into his farts, if that was even possible. He’s the Fart King after all, so if he was somehow able to set custom pitch, loudness and power for each farts he ripped I wouldn’t have been surprised. Then again, he could even fart on command, so maybe he doesn’t need more buffs than he already has.

“Your face is history” my friend said, in a deeper voice, a clear reference to the masterpiece we were watching earlier.

And just like the henchman from the movie, my head was blown away by a sheer deadly force, this time in the form of Dave’s being unhinged, each natural blast somehow bigger and better than the previous one. I feel like that it doesn’t matter how this bet goes: I’m winning by simply having a bro like him.

I kept sniffing it all up as the blast rushed down my throat. He was good at farting, but I was also good at taking it. It’s like I said: weirdos work better together!

Yeah, I was taking it all like a champ.

“I could do this all night you know.” he boasted, during a rare moment of his ass being silent.

“What a coincidence: me too!” I bragged.

“Ohhhh… someone’s getting cocky back there.”

Dave really wanted those free beers, huh? He once again reached for my head and, with a firm grip, pushed it deeper down his warm denim ass, now almost sagging.

“Let’s see if you can keep your promise, shall we?” that was a threat.

There was like 10 seconds of silence, 10 never-ending seconds, but I just knew Dave was brewing something big, as he kept my head there (not that I was planning to move it anyway). Finally, he turned to me, with a cheesy grin, purposely trying to look like some kind of serial killer from a slasher movie before finish his victim off.

And then he hit me with his weapon of choice: the loudest fart I heard that night. It was big, it was powerful, it was deep, long. His hand didn’t move and my whole face was shaking because of the sheer power of the blast; I had to close my eyes ‘cause the gas was making them burn. How was it possible to fart so naturally and casually like this for him will always be beyond me… but I didn’t care. I managed to breathe that monster in with my mouth open, almost choking on my friend’s deadly gas.

Dave loved the challenge, but two can play this game! I could tell he was amused, disgusted and surprised by how good I was at enduring his powerful rips.

And finally, after 16 whole seconds, that impressive display of flatulence was over, not a single particle of gas reaching my farter-friend’s nostrils, as I promised.

“I believe you’re losing your touch.” I mocked him.

“With all the farts you've been eating, of course you'd be talking shit you ungrateful bastard!”

“Ohhhh sorry, someone's a little touchy.” I kept teasing him.

“Alright, I’m done holding back.” he sounded comically annoyed by my impressive endurance.

My friend slowly turned over until he was lying on his back, making sure he didn’t accidentally kick me with his long legs. He now assumed a more familiar position, the one he usually has when blasting me. He cocked his legs up, showing off his denim ass and a tiny bit of his red boxer brief, and wrapped his legs around me, pulling me closer to his gas source. His long legs had an even stronger grip than his hand, and my whole face was now completely planted into my friend’s ass.

“I’m feeling merciful tonight, so I’m giving you the chance to surrender now.” he stated, as his legs held me still, keeping my nose right between the rough fabric of his jeans-clad buttcheeks.

“Never.” I boasted. “…unless, you know, you actually want to stop because this is getting too weir-“

“Shut up!” he cut me off. “You just had to ruin my villainous speech, didn’t you?!” he laughed.

I just didn’t know what to say.

“Again, this is your last chance bro.”

I played along, knowing he was okay with it. “Hit me with your best shot, but don’t wound what you can’t kill.”

We both laughed like immature idiots, but Dave took my words at heart, because once we were done laughing at that ridiculous moment, he felt air being sucked inside his anus.

Yes, he switched to “on-command” mode, his secret weapon, his final secret move. Despite my face being there, my bro didn’t have any trouble at sucking more and more air through his ass like a vacuum cleaner, and the sound that made wasn’t that different from an actual fart. Every time I heard that “air-being-sucked-in” noise, as silly as that sounds, I think of a drumroll, the kind of tension that raises before the beat actually drops, because that’s what Dave’s farts are: something to look forward to… if you’re into it of course.

He’s been sucking air for like 20 seconds now and I started to regret my cockiness: when even a kinky bitch like me ends up being afraid of his own best bro’s farting skills, you just know something big, maybe too big, is gonna happen.

The anticipation made me hornier than ever, and the fact that it was, well, Dave, just Dave, my friend, made it even hotter for me. So casually, undeniably hot.

Finally, he stopped sucked air in, and I could hear Dave breathing (from his mouth) heavily, a sign that he was getting tired… and even his ass was getting sweatier and warmer.

“Your face is history.” my bud said again, in a comically deep voice.

We love that movie.

What followed, however, almost made me pass out.

The loudness was almost unnatural, I feared it could make me deaf. Imagine the stock sound of a fart, only longer, more powerful, airy, the most impressive fart Dave ripped in months, something so powerful that he can even feel the recoil as he pushed it out… just like a shotgun.

The more he farted, the louder it got, and I swore he was gonna tear a hole through his jeans this time, there was no way his clothes were able to endure that. I kept sniffing, breathing heavily, the fart’s pace being faster than my own breathing, if that makes any sense. 10 seconds already and the blast didn’t seem to lose any power: I almost got scared.

As the fart kept getting ripped, I felt Dave stretching his long denim legs wide to ease the fart out, which in turn made it sound even louder and deadlier. I felt like living a weird fever dream, probably because of all the poisonous gas in my lungs. But I also felt the luckiest man in the world.

I dared to peek over that denim ass, only to be greeted by Dave having the most evil smirk in the world, completely unfazed by how weird I was, how all of that was… but I could also see how tired and sweaty he was from forcing all those farts out, incredibly enough.

I planted my head back where it belonged, sniffing as much as I could, as if my life depended on it, even though I was almost passing out for all that stench… and the blood rushing down to my boner didn’t help to focus at all.

And yet… I won. The fart was losing power, ending with a quick series of toots, Dave’s legs crashing down the couch, his left one on my right side, his right one on my left side, and I got up myself, my face leaving that gas trap, finally sitting down normally on the couch.

I took a good look at Dave: he was indeed tired, sweaty, sporting a silly smirk.

“Is that how you look like after sex?” I dared to joke.

My friend laughed. “Hey, I love you bro, but you gotta settle for my farts.”

I patted one of his legs in response, as a cheesy way to thank him, and hopefully he knew how thankful I was. I mean, he already knew how aroused I was anyway, so why keep the fact that I’m grateful a secret?

Dave too adjusted his position, this time kicking me on purpose while doing it, and sat back normally.

“I gotta say, I didn’t except you to win.” he admitted.

“…win?!” I replied. “Bro… I was basically done. That last one almost killed me.”

We both laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

“Let’s call it a tie then.” he proposed. “Until next time at least.” he just casually said.

I simply turned to the TV, only to find out that the movie was over.

Did Dave just face-farted me for like… 30 minutes?! Time truly flew by.

My friend then reached for his beer and the remote. We some on-demand features on our TV and, after navigating the UI for a few seconds, he started downloading “Bullet Gore 2”.

“Really?” I asked.

“Well, if you can endure all of that gas, I can sit through a turd of a movie.”

I think he was gonna watch this movie with me either way, regardless of any bet, just like I’m more than happy to offer him a beer whenever I could, so all of this fart-bet was for nothing.

Then again, weirdos attract each other naturally...

End of Episode 25

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sexydoffyman · 1 year

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Can you write about male reader (or gender neutral) and Corazon fucking in a public space and no one can hear them because of Cora's devil fruit?

MALE READER X CORAZON

summary: Corazon and you fucking in public with the help of his devil fruit.

genre: smut

includes: public sex, anal.

word count: 543

"Cora.. that is the stupidest idea I've heard from you since the beginning of our relationship." you express your concern for his sanity. "Oh common what relationship?", He hissed out, "We only fuck from time to time since we are both huge idiots and nobody else would take interest in us". Your face covered with slight almost unnoticeable blush from embarrassment. "ITS CALLED FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS IDIOT AND THAT IS ALSO A TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP!" You tried to maintain an angry expression to hide your desperate attempt of getting out of this embarrassing situation.

"What I was trying to say was that this idea could-" You stopped talking when he grabbed your arm. You again realized that he is way stronger than you. You didn't know where he was heading with you. When you two were in a place, where there were people but not many, he spoke loudly "Common cute boy..." He pushed you into a corner of a darker alley in one swift motion "...let me do things to you."

You stood in front of him frozen in shock. "What is he thinking somebody definitely must have heard that." He smirked as he pushed you against a brick wall behind you. He grinned his thigh against your crotch making you get hard. He leaned down to your level and whispered "You can scream as loud as you want my cute boy." You then remembered his devil fruit power.

He looked at you with a smug smirk pushing you into the wall showing you his impressive strength. He lowered himself to your level. He took off your shirt slowly as he started giving you quick small kisses on your lips, chin and even continuing to your neck. You took off his shirt when he started to unbuckle his pants. Your hands traveled along his pecs going straight for his shoulders. His pants dropped to the ground making no sound.

He started taking your pants off. You saw this as an opportunity to tease the shit out of him. You proceeded to grab his hard length and touch him. A small chuckle escaped his lips. When your pants were all the way down he grabbed your leg and put it over his shoulder. He went straight for your neck licking it, biting it, leaving marks and warm wet kisses. With one hand he grabbed your ass and with his other hand he held your leg over his shoulder. Don't rush cute boy.

His precum spreading on his tip helped him enter you gently. As soon as he was in you, you both got drunk on each other. The risk of being caught spilling over you. your dick also had precum on the tip which was leaking on his hard abs. He started thrusting pretty roughly making you moan. The sounds your bodies made were unholy. You could feel his tip hit your prostate making you melt on him as your pretty moans filled your ears.

Your small body squeezing him made him groan in pleasure. He unpredictably came into your ass which was your last straw as you had an orgasm yourself. You started giggling like teenagers at the situation. Even though he wasn't fucking you anymore, his kisses never stopped.

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sour-ggrapess · 1 year

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S-U-G-A✰ Yoongi shows how and where the magic happens up in his lab

✰ smut ✰

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pairing: idol. yoongi x f. idol. reader

word count: ~ 1.24k

tags/warnings: smut; oral sex, semi-public sex, mentions of getting caught, yoongi puts your moans in his song, exhibitionist, squirting, no penetrative sex, praise kink, studio sex, soft dom yoongi, power bottom reader, spanking

Being an idol and dating somebody is hard it's even more troublesome when 2 idols date particularly when one hasn't debuted yet. You were pretty well-known around Hybe and on social media, people were waiting on your group debut just because everyone fell in love with your vocals and visuals. You were taught by the best; momo, Lisa, Jimin, and even Suga of BTS.

Noticing him pass by a lot. you invited him to come give you a small dance lesson and one thing lead to another and all you recall is a moist floor and murky mirrors. Heat entangled in the atmosphere along with unholiness.

You and he went strong for those 10 months and currently you're a well-known idol, you want you and yoongi to be real. more 'lessons' and long conversations with him. He was what you could only call a flawless boyfriend, only when you did see each other. Staff couldn't find out about it or your members

"Yoongi. Can we talk?" You questioned him as you tugged him into his studio and locked the door after you. "Speak to me, baby" He voiced as his hands wrapped around your waistline and drew you over to his open legs. "I want us to be official, not public but I want titles and I want my friends and family to know about us." His eyes widened and his lips parted. "I mean do you even look at me as a girlfriend?"

If he was being truthful he loved you but didn't know if you felt the same.

"Baby I felt the same but I know you're young and I didn't know if you wanted to be" He started to blab. "Min yoongi"

"Yes, baby?" "Kiss me," you said as you gripped his face and looked into his dim stunning eyes. His lips merged with yours as his head cocked to the side to let his tongue crash with yours. Moans abrupt from you spoiling the kiss, yoongi hits and grasps your ass

"How about we go public and official, hmm?" He asked before his lips sucked a dark bruise on your sweet spot making your mind turn mushy and smooth. "Mhmm" was all you could call out, just yessing him without comprehending his words.

Yoongi's cold, large ring filled fingers slither up your back to your waist area. Gripping at your pale pink lacey shirt causing it to slide up and pool around your bra. Flipping you around with him now in between your legs, he dropped down to his knees. Wetness trailing your thighs as his tongue leaves soft licks over the plush of the inside of your flesh. "take these off for me, princess" He groaned in between kisses, You raised your ass off the table and slid the shorts down along with your ruined panties.

Leaking hole fluttering as you felt his warm breath fan over your sopping heat, shivers rolled off your spine down to your legs making you shake.

Out of all those times you and him had sex he never ate you out. He even told you about how good his head game is and how he doesn't lie in songs. "Let me take you to Hong Kong, princess" He said with a smirk on his lips right before he dove his lips onto your wet and soft clit. "Bend over this table for me baby". Ass and cunt now full display for him as pre-cum drips out your hole, What you failed to notice was how your mouth was almost in the mic and his computer monitor capturing all your sound's RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE! 2 OF THEM!!

He propped himself under your dripping cunt, His soft plush lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves. The strong suction of his mouth caused your hands to grip the chair in front of you like it was about to fall to its death off a 20 story building. Your legs closing in on his head as loud lewd moans escaped your mouth, his tongue licked and slurped from your clenching hole back up to your clit that he would flick every time he came in contact with it. "My little princess looks so good getting her cunt slurped up" He praised before he stuck his tongue straight into your desperate clenching hole.

" Fucking eat it" you gasped out as you shoved his head down making his tongue go deeper in your shaking cunt. You felt your juices leaking all in his mouth as he curled his tongue and let out a loud groan in your pussy. "My princess loves the way i eat her cunt doesn't she?" He growled as he took up for air, "Yes suga, love it so fucking much". He made you call him suga during sex because he loved the way you said it, so fucking cute." His hand slapped your ass and his tongue slapped your clit making you grab at his scalp harder. Yoongi's soft groans sent vibrations up your pussy adding fuel to the fire burning the knot deep in your tummy.

You moan scream loudly knowing the fact this room is soundproof, the thought of you overpowering the padding on the walls and some one bursting in the room makes your legs shake and your knees buckle. "Im gonna- fucking cum suga- aughh- Please suga!" loud slurping and sploshing sound filled the room.

His tongue enters your hole again as he grips your hips and fucks you down on it. the knot undone as you pull at his dark strands and yell out his name. His soft tongue coated in white and his whole face soaking wet from the crazy orgasm you just had.

----──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────-----

"Come 'mere baby and hear this". he grabbed your waist and pulled you in between his legs, he placed his headphones on your ears.

"Yea, you know my tongue work, i just sent my bitch on a flight to Hong Kong". You listened to his words but the volume suddenly got a bit higher making you hear every damn sound in the beat, Then it hit you like a bus when you heard it. "Yes suga, love it so fucking much" "OMG!?" you yelled out at him as his little evil laughed bubbled from his throat.

----──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────-----

✉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ minsugy- Omg y/n unnie it sounded like you in the new augstd song"

"Wha? Thats funny, ive never met him but I have to hear the song" you laughed acting as if you didn't the man.

✉! .•°⟡˚ ༘ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ! ᶠʳᵒᵐ nayeonie. YOU FUCKED SUGA???!!!

NO??!!

DONT LIE TO ME Y/N DISPATCH IS ON YOUR ASS

⊹˚. ♡taglist - @chimmy-licious @shescharlie @bangtanattic

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yanderepuck · 5 months

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It's this more somno?? Yes. At this rate I might as well just write everyone with this kink. Who knows who is next. Probably Theo

Anyway, please enjoy it you lil sluts~

You had been drinking at dinner. Maybe you had a little too much but you were having fun and your glass kept getting filled. Faust and Charles were drinking the same amount so it's not like you were getting carried away. Even Vlad had a drink.

You shuffled your way upstairs into Charles' room. You somehow managed to get your clothes off, and put one of his shirts on before falling onto his bed.

Charles was cleaning up and didn't come up for a little later. When he comes into his room he sees you there, laying on your stomach and holding one of his many pillows.

He gets on the bed after changing and lays down beside you. You don't even stir as the bed shifts. He smiles at you as he pushes your hair behind your ear to see your face better.

"You're so cute," he realizes you are wearing one of his shirts and slides a hand down your back, and setting it on your ass. "And so vulnerable," he purrs and moves his shirt up just enough.

He scoots closer and moves his hand down. "Not even wearing underwear~"

His fingers graze along your folds before sliding into you. Two fingers to start. You moan when he first slid in but then for the most part stayed quiet as he played with you.

"It's not as fun when you don't squirm," he adds another finger and you let out another muffled moan. His fingers spread and curl inside you, pumping in and out.

After a few minutes of playing with you like a toy, he takes his fingers out and sits up. He takes off the clothes he just puts on and spreads your legs, getting between them.

He strokes his hardened cock a few times while looking at the view in front of him. You're so pretty laying there, you're basically begging for it.

With one swift thrust he slides into you perfectly, moaning louder than you. He leans over you, his arms keeping him propped up and he starts out with just rocking his hips.

Unsure of how easily you would wake up, it takes him a bit to pick up the pace but once he starts he's not slowing down. He gets your legs to spread more so he can get deeper.

You spill out moans here and there, but nothing like the moans Charles is letting out. He feels like he's never been so deep in you. If that alcohol didn't get him drunk then this feeling surely is.

He lays on top of you, putting his arms under you so that he can hold onto your shoulders as he ruts into you, holding you in place.

He feels you cum on him, it just allows him to move faster.

You seem to start to stir awake so he slows down just a bit and let's go off your shoulders to pet your hair, talking to you smoothly. "Go back to sleep, princess. I'm almost done."

He kisses your cheek and waits for you to stop moving before he picks up the pace again. "Good girl~" he praises your passed out body.

As much as he loves hearing your moans and screaming, something about you laying here almost motionless gets him off. It's like he's about to be as rough as he wants without worrying about hurting you.

"Ahh fuck, princess ~" he pants feeling himself reaching his climax.

In a few more thrusts he releases a load deep into you. He rocks his hips to ride his high, making sure he fills you as much as he can.

Slowly, he lets go of your shoulders and starts to sit up again. He looks at the red marks he's left on your shoulders hoping they won't bruise.

He looks down, a hand on your hip. And watches his cock slide out of your dripping hole. You begin to move again, reacting to becoming empty all of a sudden.

He lays down next to you, softly panting as he gets his pants back on. Before getting too comfortable, he fixes your shirt and finally pulls the blanket up to cover you both.

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salimanderwrites · 2 years

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Ovulating: Aizawa Shouta x Fem!reader

Minors DNI 18+

Cw: ovulation, reader and Aizawa are married, FLUFF, smut, a smidge of angst if you squint, very needy reader, teasing Aizawa, Pet names (honey, baby,) shower foreplay, playful hair pulling, breeding, dacryphilia (kinda cries from h*rniness), unprotected sex, Plan B mention, sexual roles were not intended (let me know if I missed something)

A/N: I would risk it all for that man.

“Shouta,” you call out from your bed. Curled up in enough pain to be a problem, but more pressing was the rabid ache in your lower stomach. Body tightly wound and begging for something only your husband could give.

He was keenly aware of the strain in your voice. Almost falling over himself to check on you.

“Everything alright, honey? Are you not feeling well?” You whimper a bit at his voice and reach out to him. He comes over grasping your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “What’s wrong?”

“Ovulating,” you say. He straightens a little and then chuckles. “Hurts.”

“I believe you,” he says while taking off his jacket and hanging it up. “Let me get showered and changed first.” He grabs some sweatpants and a black shirt before slinking off to the bathroom, giving you a sympathetic glance before disappearing.

You lay there for a moment in disbelief. Your husband should be between your legs right now. Instead, you hear the shower turn on. Every inch of your body was crying for him to fuck you, fill you so completely, and give you a baby. You’d been this way for hours, occasionally getting yourself off when it was too much, but it didn’t change the fact that your body was craving something. There was no way you could go on like this when he was so close.

You get up and follow into the bathroom. Shouta’s back was turned to you and you stripped off your pajamas. Entering the shower stall, Shouta turns toward you. Soft Smile at your scrunched eyebrows and the yearning gleam in your eyes.

“Did you want to get under?” He smirks while making a bit of space.

“You know exactly what I want to get under,” you say while stepping under the hot water. Shouta squeezes out somebody wash onto a washcloth and runs it over your arms and stomach until you let out a sigh. Bordering on a moan.

“I don’t, actually. Why don’t you specify?” You make a disgruntled noise and then close your eyes, enjoying his blissful movements. He finally reached your breasts, takes his time running the cloth over them and smoothing soft circles on the sensitive skin. His other hand cups your left breast and he squeezes your nipple you way that has you arching toward him. “Answer me, baby.” Skin pressed to each other and staring deep into his eyes.

“I need to be under you.” You guide the hand with the washcloth down to your hip. “I need your hands all over me.” He runs it along your hip dips, over the skin of your ass. “And most of all, I need your cock inside me. I really, really need your cum.” He kisses you then. As much as he tried to tease, you were always going to be his downfall.

His tongue clashing with yours and his fingers trailing across your skin, leaving fire in its wake.

“Since you’re so needy, I guess I should take care of my lovely wife.” He kisses your neck, trailing down. “Most beautiful woman walking this earth. Incredibly smart. every day, I’m so grateful you chose me.” You cry out when he nips your shoulder. Lifting his head and kissing him. Pressing into him the words you would say under normal circumstances.

Shouta pulls away, leans his forehead against yours. He smiles again, fondly and full of wonder.

“Future mother of my children.”

His words shoot through you straight to your aching pussy. You want it, want him so, so bad. It leaks from your eyes.

“If you don’t turn off this damn shower and put a baby in me, I’m going to scream.”

Shouta twists the knob and turns off the water. He grabs the towel and wraps it around your body, warm and flushed from his teasing. Your tears lie sticky on your face. He notices and wipes your cheeks.

“Oh, baby. No, no, don’t cry. Please, I’ll give you what you want.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just so… frustrated. All day, I’m a mess and I just really need you.” He pulls you close and shushes you.

“You have me.” He kisses you again, slower yet more urgent. More intent. The ground was slippery, so he makes sure to keep you steady against him. You grab his hand and press it to your breast, keeping it there. He kisses down your chest and latches onto the other one. You moan and find more tears falling in relief.

“Honey, more. Please.” Your breathing becomes labored, but Shouta’s got you. He always does.

You lead him back to the bedroom by the hand. Dropping your towel and turning to him. He presses one last gentle kiss before you practically shove him onto the mattress. You climb on top of him and kiss him, grinding against his cock. Sitting up to get better friction, you watch your husband’s blissed out face. His hands coming to grip your hips while still giving you full control. You feel your slick meeting his precum, mixing and clinging to your inner thighs. You move just right and your clit ignites through your lower stomach deliciously. Falling back onto Shouta’s chest, you moan against him.

“So good. I love you so much. Only you can make me feel like this.”

At your words, he grabs you again and turns you, so that you’re pinned to the bed.

“God, I need to be inside of you.” He moves down your body, kissing your stomach until he reaches your pubic bone.

“Honey, trust me, I’m so wet. Please, just fuck me.”

Although he’d prefer to eat you out first, he can hear the keen in your voice. There was nothing he wanted to do except help ease your pain. He brought two fingers to your pussy and checked to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you.

It’s only after the squelching fills the room that he brings his cock to your entrance and pushes inside.

Both of you moan at the feeling. Him slipping into your heat and you feeling the stretch. His thrusts start slowly grinding into your clit, building up your pleasure into steady waves. Clinging to his shoulders, you watch him shudder and feel him twitch inside you.

“How’s that feel, Darling? From the way you’re clenching, I’d say it’s pretty good.”

You nod and moan at the pleasure. He watches the way your body moves, taking in your curves and the movements of your ribs. Everything about you was perfect. He was so lucky to be the one you take inside of you. Lucky you said yes to your first date and ‘I do’ on your wedding day. You squirm and clutch at him, give little kisses to his chest, and he knows he’ll be so lucky to have you mother his child.

“That eager, huh? If you want a baby this bad, I’ll give you one.” He speeds up. All you could think of was him and the pleasure he was giving you. Not a single coherent thought could be formed. Only the desire for him and staying in this moment forever.

“I want it. Please cum inside.”

“I know — I know you need it.”

He’s close. How could he not be with you looking like that and practically begging for him? But he wasn’t much better.

His rhythm grows erratic. He shakes his head and focuses on you, giving you pleasure, getting you off. Leaning back, he thumbs your clit and feels you wind up. He gently pushes you off the edge and feels you clench and released so intensely that he has no choice but to cum inside you. Your legs snap up and wrap around him, pulling him down, so your arms can cage him to you. You both stay like that until the pleasure fades into peace and you both bump noses in that way that action replaces words that don’t exist for this…

You sigh and release him, so he can lie down beside you and observe you and your body. However, you knew your husband and raise an eyebrow when he smirks once again. He leans down your body and shoves the cum dripping down back where it belongs. He kisses your knee and leans his head against it and faces you.

“Looks like you’re feeling better.”

“Thank fuck,” you say, coming out of your foggy horny state. Did you really cry? Nevermind, at least it was over and now the world was back in focus. Luckily, Shouta was amazing and didn’t have the slightest inclination to judge you for whatever state he finds you in. You love him for everything. Even his teasing. But, it wasn’t fair if you didn’t do it back just a little. It was your turn to smirk.

“And thank you for the fuck. Even though you made me wait. Guess I should teach you how it feels.” Sitting up, you tilt your head and focus in on him. “You want a kid? You’ll need to work for it.”

Once again, you push Shouta onto the mattress, joining him when he bursts out laughing.

“Thought I did enough work?” He says, his arm behind his head and eyes still soft, though his cock told a different story.

“Hmm. Nope.” You kiss down his body, grabbing and massaging his stomach and thighs. He combs his fingers against your scalp.

“Do your worst, baby. I’ll still get you Plan B in the morning.”

“You’re so incredibly sexy.”

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kisses4kaia · 1 year

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* 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫- 𝐫, 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: rick and i were all alone on tower watch and decided to spice up the boring shift. alexandria era. (first person pov)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:cursing, smut, penetrative sex (p in v), begging, org@sm denial, semi-public sex.

𝟗𝟎𝟔 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

as i looked out the scope of my sniper past the tall, steel, walls, i felt underwhelmed. sasha was on the last shift and she wiped out all of the walkers, leaving me with absolutely nothing to do.

"bullshit," i muttered under my breath, causing rick on my left to turn to me and ask. "what's wrong?" i simply put my gun down and leaned it against the wall. "sasha killed every last walker, there's nothing for us to do."

i saw his eyes darken with a familiar lust within the blue pools of his eyes, and already knew what he was about to propose.

"yeah, y/n. there's nothing for us to do," he said, walking closer to me. i knew what he intended, but we were at work, for christ’s sake!

"what if somebody catches us?" i worriedly asked, but arousal hinted at my undertone. "well, then i guess they’ll get one hell of a show," he joked, flashing his pearly whites at me as he wrapped his toned arms around my waist, knowing i would never say no to his baby blues.

i just shook my head as if to say what the hell and smiled as i pulled him in for a kiss. i could feel his stubble scratch my cheek and it made me feel that much more aroused.

i felt him smile against my lips and i pulled away, shrugging my jacket off and kicking off my combat boots. he removed his button-up shirt and took off his boots, as well.

he was shirtless while he pulled my own shirt up and off my torso, quickly reconnecting my lips to his. his calloused yet soft hands roughly grabbed my waist, as if to claim me.

he let up on his grip as i worked at his belt buckle. "let me," he mumbled before pulling his jeans down, along with his boxers.

i reconnected my lips to his as he unclipped my bra with one hand. he groped my breasts and moaned into the kiss, beginning to move his lips down my jaw and down to my neck. i used my last bit of control to unbutton my black jean shorts and pull them down to kick off of my ankles.

i moaned particularly needily at one spot on my collarbone and he attacked it, like some kind of starving animal. "rick, i need you," i managed to speak, more like a plead.

he wasted no time and quickly turned me around and bent me over, my hand supporting my position on the wall. he rubbed his tip up and down my soaking folds and without any warning, sheathed himself fully into me.

i almost screamed, and if it wasn't for ricks hand covering my mouth, i know i would’ve. "shh, we wouldn't wanna get caught, would we now, princess?" he groaned in my ear. his words made a desperate whimper middle against his palm.

i know he noticed it because he just chuckled lowly and groaned as i clenched my walls around him. he eventually moved his hand on my mouth to my hair as used it as some kind of support. the pain pulling from my scalp made the pleasure so much more ecstatic.

he adjusted himself just slightly, but the slightness of it and the fast, rapid, past, made him hit my g-spot repeatedly. i moaned incredibly loud at this because what else could i do? i couldn't talk, and my brain couldn't properly form a coherent sentence at the state i am in.

"oh, you like that huh?" he whispered in my ear. all i managed to utter was "f-fuck you, grimes," i don't even know why i said it, but i wanted to, so i did.

my bratty words caused his hand to come down on me, striking my ass. "what was that? you wanna repeat that for me? hm? you fucking slut," rick degraded, all while slamming into me even harder and faster if that was even possible.

the pain just multiplied my euphoria. his free hand snaked around my waist and down to my clit as he started rubbing lightning speed circles on it. "i'm g-gonna c-c-cum, oh fuck!" i moaned, waiting for permission to do so.

rick let out an evil chuckle and simply uttered, "no." i groaned at this. also at the fact his 9-inch dick was fucking me, hard. "please, p-please. i-i'm sorry, please," i begged. i needed this release.

"say my name," he ordered. "rick, d-daddy, i'm sorry. please l-let me c-cum, please." i begged, not knowing how much longer i could hold off this orgasm.

"go ahead princess, come for me." he allowed. he hardly even finished his sentence before i let out a pornographic moan and the knot in my stomach snapped. rick seemed to be nearing his release, too.

his thrusts got sloppier and i could feel his dick twitch inside of me. just in time, he pulled out and shot his load all over my back. i groaned at the warm feeling.

rick grabbed his bandana out of his jacket pocket and poured a little bit of bottled water on it and helped wipe down my back and my thighs.

after we both got dressed, he kissed me on the cheek. "i love you, doll." he smiled honestly at me. "i love you too, you big dummy." i joked back.

𝐚/𝐧 : first oneshot evaa ! lemme know what u thought and follow my wattpad @w4lk3rss <33 don't forget 2 vote ml'ss

#rick grimes #rick #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x reader #andrew lincoln #the walking dead #twd smut #ricky dicky doo da grimes #the walking dead smut #smut #kaia writes rick #.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 !

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daisybianca · 1 year

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pairing: daniel ricciardo x femalereader

summary: you have just moved into your new apartment. soon, you discover one of your neighbors is none other than the charming and extremely F1 famous driver, daniel ricciardo. he invites you over for dinner one evening, and things start to... heat up.

warnings: smut, sexual themes

YOU ARRIVED BACK home at your apartment after a long and exhausting day at your job as a coffee Batista at the coffee shop just around the corner. You were so tired, you weren't even paying attention to where you were walking.

Suddenly, you crashed into somebody.

"Oh, excuse me! I'm so sorry!" You apologized. You dared to look at the person you ran into.

"No, no," the man said. "It was all my fault." He smiled charmingly at you and couldn't help but think he looked vaguely familiar.

You smiled back.

"Well, I need to get home."

"Did you just move in?" The man asked suddenly. You gave him a short, quick nod.

"Cool. I hope I'll be seeing more of you." Then he was gone.

𓆩♡𓆪

It was late. You should be asleep, but couldn't seem to because you kept thinking of the man you ran into.

A trailer for the new Drive To Survive series came on your TV.

You bolted upright.

You suddenly realized who your neighbor was.

He was none other than Daniel Ricciardo.

𓆩♡𓆪

He was returning from a sushi restaurant, a big bag in his hands.

"Hi," he said politely to you.

"Hi, Daniel," you said back, looking him straight in his brown eyes. He grinned.

"Well, shit! You found me out!" His expression grew thoughtful.

"I know this is last minute, but would you care to join me for dinner?" He paused. "Unless you already have plans? "

"No plans. Can I get cleaned up a bit first?"

"Sure. Just knock when you're ready."

You rushed into your apartment, quickly showering and putting on a sexy, black skimpy dress and some makeup. You hurried over to his apartment and knocked.

He answered the door, wearing only a towel.

Hello, Mr. Sexy, you thought as you caught a brief glimpse of his firm, naked ass as he disappeared into his bedroom.

He returned a moment later, wearing only boxers and a Fleetwood Mac T-shirt. He had the sushi and noodles set out, along with some wine. He came straight to you, pulling you close and cupping your ass in his hands.

"You look sexy and beautiful and perfect," he growled playfully.

"You look sexy and beautiful and perfect," you said. He released you, much to your chagrin.

"We should eat." You both took a seat on the couch. You slipped your shoes off, sliding closer to Daniel as you reached for some sushi.

His gaze became intense. He pulled you up into his lap, kissing you hungrily. You kissed him back just as hungrily.

You slided his T-shirt off and admired his toned bare chest. You suddenly turned.

"Help me out of this dress?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Daniel made quick work of taking your dress off.

He began kissing you again, working his way down to your breasts. A moan escaped your lips. You dug your fingers into his bare back. Daniel slided his hand down into your panties, making you gasp. You slided a hand down to his crotch, causing him to release a sound. You gently stroked him, making him squirm.

"Oh, god, fuck!" He cried out.

Daniel writhed, moving to pull his boxers down as you did the same as well.

He pushed into you and you cried out in ecstasy. He rocked his hips in time with yours.

"Oh, Daniel!" You gasped. "Don't stop!" He kissed you deeply.

"I wasn't planning on it."

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requests are always open for my wags <3

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pepsi-maxwell · 1 year

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pairing: mjf/max caster rating: m words: ~600 prompt: @wrestleprompts week 2: “it was you the whole time”

HEAVILY inspired by @maxcasterapologist ’s comic of mjf running a certain max caster thirst account

Max Caster has Twitter push notifications enabled for a grand total of four highly privileged people.

Anthony Bowens, because of course he does! They’re tag team partners! Scissoring forever!

Billy Gunn, because duh, why wouldn’t he want to know what Daddy Ass is up to at all times?

Maxwell Jacob Friedman, the one true love of his life, because he can’t afford to miss a single word his darling sweetheart baby boy says.

And then there’s the last one.

He doesn’t know them by their real name, only by their handle. And if anyone found out he had notifications enabled for an anonymous thirst account devoted solely to him, he’d never hear the end of it, but the facts are, he is one of the hottest guys on the planet, he is one of the best wrestlers alive, and it’s about damn time somebody appreciated him for it.

Plus, it’s such a nice ego boost to have someone retweeting his selfies, his merch, his televised appearances and his non-wrestling shows. Calling him gorgeous, calling him a king, wanting his dick inside them. He likes to read through some of their posts when his own appreciation for certain other hottest guys on the planet, best wrestlers alive, goes unnoticed. Unappreciated.

It’s thankless work, sometimes, being MJF’s devoted boyfriend, but then, he thinks, the course of true love never did run smooth.

He’s expecting to wait a little while, but it’s not even five minutes before he gets the ping. A new tweet.

It’s with that thought in mind that he grabs his phone. Heads to his bathroom, takes his shirt off. Figures out the best angle to show off his abs, pushes his shorts further down his hips, not quite into dick territory, but the bulge of his cock is visible under the fabric regardless. Puts on his best pout, snaps a few pictures, fucks around with the lighting a little, aaaand… perfect. Finds the best one, posts it up online.

[On my knees for you king 🤤🤤🤤👅 hottest wrestler alive!✂️✂️✂️✂️✂️]

There we go. That feels better. Nice little ego boost before bed, and—

Huh.

Something’s... off.

Something doesn’t quite look right.

Looks like he’s changed his icon—

Wait.

That’s—

That’s Max’s icon—

That’s Max’s icon, along with Max’s handle, Max’s name, and sure enough, one of Max’s tweets right underneath, neatly eviscerating some idiot who’d said all his matches were garbage—

Oh, no way.

No fucking way, that can’t—he can’t be—

He laughs, surprised and delighted. Runs to his bedroom, flops onto his stomach on his bed, kicking his legs in the air. He screengrabs the tweet because this is going to be gone in seconds, he knows it is. Refreshes Max’s twitter page, and yeah, sure enough—

His heart’s pounding in his chest as he navigates to his DMs. He’s never slid into these ones in particular before, doesn’t want to risk Max actually blocking him, but he thinks there’s no better time, even as he gets another notification on his phone, Max sending his thirst post to the right account this time.

He sends a copy of the screenshot, cropped to include Max’s handle.

[IT WAS YOU THE WHOLE TIME? 😳🥵💦😈😈😈😍]

He’s barely even sent it before he sees the dots indicating Max composing his reply. Wonders what he’s going to get—

[Fuck you fuxk you fuck yuo I fucking hate you Caster I will kill you!!!]

About five seconds after that, he’s blocked.

Hah, whatever he says. He knows the truth now. Max wants him. Wants his dick, thinks he’s a king, has secretly been just as devoted to him as he’s been to Max this whole time.

He rolls onto his back. Hugs his phone in his chest and sighs dreamily, content in the knowledge that he is going to be so fucking insufferable over this.

#gd writes #max² #wrestleprompts

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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freaky ideas you say mwahahhaha 😩😩😩😩

okokokok, so

i’m thinking something along the lines of maybe toxic/gaslight king taehyung like a real kinda nate jacobs kind of situation (not tooo crazy like nate but just the manipulative part) but he’s that ex you love bumping into while drunk or horny bc he’s an amaaaazing lay but he always pulls u back in to fall for him but u know he’s bad and he knows he’s bad, he just knows he take steal you from any man

welp this was fun 🥴 i literally refuse to reread this so sorry if it's trash or riddled with errors lmaoooo hope u enjoy tho !!!

send me more freaky ideas!!!!!

pairing: taehyung x reader wordcount: 737 (look mom i did a real drabble!!!!) contains: tae is legit toxic, reader is too lmao, drunk hookups, a literal dick-measuring contest, taeCONDAAAAA, unprotected sex, don't ever let any man talk to you like this y'all i'm so srs

“What the fuck?”

You sit up so quickly that your tits bounce painfully with no shirt or bra to hold them steady. The alcohol numbing your mind puts you on a five-second delay to process what’s happening: first, the realization that you should probably attempt to hide your naked body; second, the realization that your ex has just walked in on you fucking someone else.

This would be a problem for anyone. But it is especially a problem when your ex is Kim Taehyung.

“I thought you locked the door,” your hookup– you have admittedly completely forgotten his name– grunts as he scrambles to cover his bare ass.

You thought you did too, but honestly, you are not in your right fucking mind right now. You definitely remember spinning the lock ninety degrees, but as you think back on it, you may have spun it back the other way when you were trying to figure the thing out.

Too drunk to remember how doors work means way too fucking drunk to be around Taehyung. There’s a reason your friends made you change his contact name to ⛔️⛔️DO NOT FUCKING DO IT DRUNK BITCH⛔️⛔️.

You’ve been good. Two months without Tae might be your new record.

When he tilts his head to the side with that cocky-ass look on his face, you just know you’re not making it another hour. “You really are up here letting somebody else take what’s mine.” Oh, you hate him so much. You need him to split you open.

“Who the fuck is this?” Your hookup sputters, eyes darting between you. “You have a boyfriend?”

“Ex,” you say simply. You haven’t moved from the position you were in when he was fucking you- on your back on the bed, legs spread, propped up on your elbows.

“Get the fuck out of here, dude,” he says to Tae, and he’s angry enough now to have abandoned any attempts to not be fully naked in front of a stranger. You have to smack a hand over your mouth to stifle your laugh. Taehyung looks equally amused, pressing his lips together as his eyes jump from the guy to you and back again.

“How about we let her compare then? Make her own choice?”

Tae is already in motion before your hookup has any time to process his words. His hands move quickly to the button of his slacks– he can never wear fucking normal pants, always has to dress like the lead character in a romance movie despite having the personality of an actual demon– popping it open, unzipping his fly, and pushing both pants and briefs down his hips in one fast, confident motion.

You unabashedly lick your lips at the sight and sound of his dick smacking hard against his stomach. Damn, did it get bigger?

Your hookup is laughable by comparison, and you know that’s exactly the point. Length, girth, curve, veins, overall prettiness: Tae has him beat, easily, in every category.

You should know. His dick has single-handedly ruined your life.

The poor guy’s eyes jump from Tae’s dick to his own several times in succession, and he clearly doesn’t want to stare long enough to feel gay, but you can tell he’s amazed. It is really the only possible reaction.

“And this is just a semi, king.” Taehyung spits the final word for emphasis.

All pretense is gone now: you both know that he doesn’t have to stand there and pretend to wait for you to make your choice. It’s been made since the second he walked in. “If you’ll excuse me,” he says with a final nod to the guy, and then his knees are sinking into the mattress between your legs.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” you hiss as he pushes all the way in. The pain of the stretch is no match for the pleasure of his cock filling you entirely, and your walls grip him so tight that you can feel every twitch and throb of him inside you. All your senses are dulled in comparison; you only vaguely process the sound of the door slamming shut.

“Maybe I should cut you off more often,” he groans in your ear as he grinds into you, thick head rolling over your g-spot in languid strokes that make you see stars. “You get so fucking tight. How about I remind you who this pussy belongs to?”

You already know it’s his.

#taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #bts smut #bts x reader #anonymous

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meegadeeth · 10 months

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☆ 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 - 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 ☆

Warnings / Includes❗️:

✩ Sex (penis in booty)

✩ Praising/degrading

✩ Hair pulling

✩ Masturbation (also masturbation denial)

✩ Jerking off

✩ Fingering

✩ Kissing/making out

✩ Biting/leaving hickeys on neck

people included/mentions; slash, duff mckagan, izzy stradlin, steven adler, axl rose

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The five band members sat around the front of the bus, trying to pass time. Everyone was hot, bored, and irritated. "How much longer?" Steven whined. "..like two hours." Izzy responded. "I swear to fucking God if you ask how much longer, one more time, I'm gonna make you eat your teeth!" Axl complained.

"Okay, chill the 'tude, Ax." Izzy raised his eyebrows at the ginger. Axl rolled his eyes. "I saw that, asshole."

"I don't care, fuck off!" Axl looked anywhere but at Izzy.

"You're difficult, you know that?" Izzy sighed, leaning back in his seat.

"Oh, please, tell me something I don't know." Axl huffed. Izzy couldn't help but smile to himself. "What's funny?" Axl asked, annoyed. "Nothing." Izzy shrugged. "Well, you're smiling, so it's something."

"Maybe, I'd tell you if you weren't being a dick." Izzy grinned when Axl flipped him off. Duff laughed at his two friends. They were obviously totally into each other; Axl has too much ego to admit it and Izzy probably doesn't want to believe his feelings.

His focus broke away from Axl and Izzy when his boyfriend, Slash, yawned and laid his head on Duff's shoulder. "You alright?" Duff asked him. "Yeah..'m just tired."

"You should go sleep in the bunks then; you don't want to hurt your back before a show." Duff suggested, putting his arm around Slash. "Yeah. I'll see you later." He said, looking at Duff with a softened expression. "Bye." Duff smiled at Slash.

"Bye." Slash kissed Duff's cheek before heading towards the bunks. "Where the fuck are you going?" Axl asked him. "Your mom's house." Slash responded before saying, "I'm gonna go sleep. You should try it after getting the stick out of your ass."

Izzy turned his head to laugh.

"Izzy!" Axl looked at him to say something. "Slash, stop!" Izzy managed while trying to hold in his laugh. "You're laughing!" Slash said back before climbing into the bunk.

"You're no help, fuckhead!" Axl crossed his arms. "I'm sorry!" Izzy said, still laughing. Axl turned his body away from Izzy, ignoring him. "Aw, come on, Ax. You know I love ya." Izzy said, trying to get Axl's attention. "Shut up.." Axl mumbled.

"There's nothing to do!" Steven huffed, sitting on the couch with Duff. "Yeah, it sucks." Duff agreed, watching his fingers pick at his ripped clothing.

"It's so fuckin' hot I'm about to go into prostitution for water and a fan." Axl complained, causing Izzy, Steven, and Duff to laugh. "What? I'm serious." He said before smiling.

Duff decided to go join Slash. "Bye, loverboy." Axl waved mockingly at Duff. "Says you." Duff rolled his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?" Axl asked, crossing his arms. "You know exactly what I mean, future Mr. Stradlin." Duff sassed back.

Duff reached the bunks. Slash was laying on his side, his back faced Duff. He ran his hand along Slash's side, "Are you still up?" Duff whispered. "Yeah." Slash mumbled. Duff climbed into the top bunk with Slash, wrapping his arms around Slash's waist. "Why'd you come back here? It sounded like you guys were having fun." Slash asked. "I missed you." Duff mumbled, kissing Slash on the neck.

Slash smiled when he felt Duff's soft lips touch his skin, shifting his body to catch Duff in a kiss. Duff was about to stop the kiss, but Slash's hand slid under Duff's t-shirt, running up his stomach and chest. When they stopped for air, Duff smirked, "Somebody's in a good mood."

Slash was a little embarrassed by Duff's comment, but it didn't stop him. He kissed Duff again, his fingers tangling in his blonde hair. Duff finally took the memo and ran his hands over Slash's body. Slash moaned when Duff squeezed his thighs. "Wait, I thought you were tired?" Duff asked. "Just shut up and kiss me." Slash connected their mouths again.

Duff slipped his tongue into Slash's mouth, his hands rubbed Slash's thighs. Duff started to feel his pants tighten as Slash whined, finding any part of him to touch. Duff slowly got on top of Slash, hovering over the curly haired boy.

They separated and Duff kissed a trail from Slash's lips to his navel. Duff came back up and gave Slash another quick kiss before undoing his pants, fumbling them quite a bit. Once he finally got them undone he quickly slid them down his legs and tossed them off the side of the bunk, onto the floor.

He easily tossed his shirt over his head, the shirt joined the pants on the ground. Slash grabbed Duff by the hips, making him come closer. "Shit, you're so hot." Duff groaned, placing himself between Slash's thighs. Slash started taking his pants off. Duff quickly got impatient and started helping him. Slash raised his hips and Duff got them out from under him, tossing them to the floor; Slash quickly threw his shirt off.

Slash kissed Duff, wrapping his arms around his neck to make him lean down more. "Duff..please." Slash moaned, slightly grinding against Duff. "Please, what, darling?" Duff's eyes were completely full of lust.

"Touch me." Slash held back a whine, not wanting to feel too pathetic in the moment. Duff pulled Slash's boxers off and took Slash's penis into his hand. He tilted his head back, groaning, as Duff slowly stroked him.

Duff observed Slash's facial expressions as he did so. After a couple of minutes, his eyebrows were raised, eyes closed, mouth parted, and he was bucking his hips into Duff's large hand. He ran his thumb over the slit, bathing in Slash's moans.

"Fuck..Duff.." Slash bit his hand, attempting to keep himself quiet. "Be good and keep your hips down." Duff said, looking Slash in the eyes. Slash calmed down and relaxed, taking a breath. Duff started stroking him again, slowly. He loved watching Slash's chest rise and fall multiple times.

Suddenly, Duff's strokes quickly got faster, making Slash's hips buck again; It felt too good and he couldn't help himself. Duff impatiently stopped stroking Slash, taking his hand off of his hard dick. "Duff..im sorry..please.." Slash said while trying to catch his breath.

"No. You can sit there and wait. I already told you once."

"Please? I was cl-" Duff cut him off with a kiss, "I said no, darling." Slash figured it would be better to stop talking. Duff was the sweetest person you could ever meet, but piss him off and you'll regret it, especially if he has power over you in situations like this.

Duff stopped hovering over Slash, instead sitting across from him. Duff palmed himself through his boxers, letting out low groans. Slash didn't look; it was unfair. Duff peeled his boxers off, tossing them to the side. Now, Slash was contemplating on giving Duff his full attention.

Duff started stroking his hard dick; he furrowed his eyebrows before groaning rather loudly. Slash slowly turned his head to see one of the top 10 hottest sights he's ever seen. The bandana on his forehead was slightly damp from sweat, his chest was shining with sweat, and his pretty green eyes locked with Slash's brown ones.

"Come over here." Duff demanded, trying to catch his breath. Slash crawled towards him, thinking he would get something out of it. He rolled his eyes when Duff told him what he was doing, "Suck it." Duff didn't seem to notice Slash's behavior.

Slash got on his knees before leaning down to take some of Duff into his mouth; his hands rested on Duff's thighs, propping himself up.

He ran his tongue across Duff's slit, earning some pre-cum. Duff got a fistful of Slash's dark curls and pulled him down more; Slash took the hint and put more of Duff's dick into his mouth. Duff moaned, tugging at Slash's curls, "Fuck, I love your mouth!" Slash mentally patted himself on the back.

Slash bobbed his head up and down, loving the praises falling from Duff's mouth,

"You're so fucking hot..."

"Fuck, I love you!"

"You're such a good boy for me."

"What did I do to deserve you?"

and Slash was loving every bit of it. He loved it so much that he took all of Duff's length. "Holy shit!" Duff groaned, moving Slash's hair out of his face to see him better. Duff started face fucking Slash; his mouth felt so good around the tall blonde's dick. Slash got used to his length, but knew he was still going to have a sore throat later.

Slash reached down to touch himself, only getting in a couple of strokes, before Duff noticed and grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers. Slash rolled his eyes and earned another tug to his curls, more force being used this time; Slash moaned around Duff's length. Duff threw his head back, mouth open and sweat dripping from his forehead.

When it started feeling a little too good, Duff pulled Slash off of him. Slash sat back and caught his breath, breathing harshly. "You did so good, darling." Duff rubbed Slash's thigh. Duff pulled Slash onto him; Slash instinctively straddled him.

Duff kissed Slash, one hand in his hair and the other tracing his hole. Slash backed into his hand, wanting more. Duff slipped a finger into his hole; a startled noise, followed by a moan, came from Slash. Duff slipped his tongue into Slash's mouth, colliding with the other's tongue. Duff's finger pumped in and out of Slash. God, Slash looked so desperate; he was having the time of his life off of making out and one finger.

"You're so fuckin' pathetic. I bet you could get off with one of my fingers, just one, couldn't you, slut?" Duff said, running his finger over Slash's prostate. Slash moaned, letting his head fall onto Duff's shoulder. "Answer me!" Duff gripped Slash's hair, lifting his head back up, "Couldn't you?"

"Yes! Yes.." Slash quickly answered before begging for another finger; Duff granted his wish. Slash arched his back as Duff stretched him out, scissoring him, "Oh my God, Duff!" Drips of pre-cum fell onto Duff's thigh.

"You want another, whore?" Duff asked Slash. Slash nodded, "Yeah." He groaned as Duff's third long, slender finger entered him. He quickly pumped the fingers in and out of Slash, loving the plethora of moaning and cussing leaving the darker boy's lips. Slash savoured the feeling that Duff's fingers gave him.

"Mmm you wanna ride me?" Duff asked, kissing his neck and jawline. "Yes." Slash quickly said, eagerly; Duff smirked and removed his fingers from Slash before slightly leaning back to give Slash a little room. Slash held himself up with Duff's shoulder, slowly sinking down.

Duff grabbed his waist, holding him so he could adjust; when Slash did, he sunk down even more. If Duff told you it didn't feel good, he would be completely lying. Slash moaned as all of Duff's length filled him up. Slash adjusted for a minute, Duff rubbed circles into his hips.

Finally, Slash started to slowly ride him. Slash wanted to close his eyes so badly, but didn't, wanting to see how good of a job he's doing to Duff. Duff caught on to what he was doing and attempted to not show too much emotion; of course his face wasn't completely blank, but it didn't look very satisfied.

Slash decided to ride Duff even faster, using a specific motion that made Duff go crazy. Duff groaned and slowly threw his head back, not being able to keep the expression he thought he could.

Slash moaned as Duff's dick hit him in all the right spots. "Oh, Duff.." Slash wrapped his arms around Duff's neck and desperately kissed him. Duff ran his nails up and down Slash's sides, sending shivers down his spine. Duff brought one of his hands up to the back of Slash's neck, slightly pulling him closer.

He slipped his tongue into Slash's mouth again, feeling every inch of his mouth he could. Duff separated, attaching his mouth to Slash's neck. Slash tensed slightly when he felt Duff take his skin between his teeth, but quickly relaxed as Duff ran his hands up and down Slash's back.

Duff would move around on his neck until biting down on a spot that made Slash's back arch. Duff sucked on the skin, listening to Slash's groans and moans. Duff groaned against Slash's skin, his hot breath hitting Slash's neck. Slash's speed picked up as Duff's tip grazed over his prostate, once he found the angle again.

"Mmmh.." Duff's groan was muffled as he bit down on Slash's skin out of pure pleasure. Slash threw his head back as Duff penetrated his spot, "Oh my God..." After Duff left a good enough mark on Slash he licked the sensitive skin to soothe the agitated spot before leaning back to look up at Slash, attempting to keep the view stuck in his head.

He had hair matted to his sweaty forehead, lips parted, and his wild hair bounced as he rode. "You're doing so fucking great, Slash. You're being so good." Duff panted out, feeling the heat between the two.

Slash whined in response to the praise. God, he loved when praises fell out of Duff's sweet, angelic mouth, and past his pretty lips.

"You're so gorgeous. I don't want anyone but you. Fuck, I love you!" Duff groaned, looking at the handsome man above him. "You're pretty too, Duffy. You make me feel so different from anyone else, I love you.." Slash moaned, digging his finger's into Duff's shoulder; he didn't seem to notice.

They were in complete ecstasy, never wanting to forget the moment. Slash felt hypnotized by Duff's words, as if he was some sort of a sex slave. Duff ran his hands through Slash's sweaty curls; he wondered how Slash had enough patience to keep and take care of his long, difficult hair.

Once Duff saw the look on Slash's face he grabbed his hips and thrusted into him, after noticing he looked a little tired.

"Shit!" Slash's whole body shook as Duff slammed right into his prostate. "Right there?" Duff asked. Of course he knew, he just wanted to hear Slash's desperate voice confirm it. "Yes! Right there, Duff!" Slash moaned as Duff thrusted up into him. Slash's jaw went slack as the pleasure overtook him.

Duff's fingers dug into Slash's skin as he felt Slash pulsating around him, "Goddamn, you feel so good, baby..."

Slash felt the familiar feeling crawl up his stomach, "I'm close!" Duff pounded into Slash even harder than before, causing Slash's grip on Duff's shoulder to tighten. Duff felt close so he wrapped one of his hands around Slash's throbbing dick. He started pumping Slash to the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Duff!" Slash moaned, relishing in all the pleasure he was feeling at once. "I'm gonna cum!" Slash's whole body shook again as he curled his toes, cumming all over himself and Duff's stomach. After a couple of more thrusts Duff came inside of Slash.

Slash's body went limp, his head resting on Duff's shoulder. "Are you okay?" Duff asked while trying to catch his breath. "Mhm." Slash nodded, closing his eyes. Duff rubbed Slash's back, slowly laying him on his back so he could get up to clean them up.

Duff grabbed some tissues, cleaning up their mess. He threw on just a pair of comfortable sweatpants before going back to the bunk, "Sweetheart, do you want sweats or shorts?"

"Mmm..shorts." Slash tiredly mumbled. Duff grabbed a pair of Slash's shorts and put his feet through the holes, sliding the pair up his legs, "Can you lift your hips?" Duff asked. Slash did and Duff pulled the shorts the rest of the way up.

"Are you guys done in there yet? I need to get my cigarettes." Axl knocked on the door to the bunks. Slash covered his face in embarrassment, forgetting that there were three other people, plus the driver, on their bus. "Yeah." Duff calmly said. Axl walked in and went to his bag that was on his bed, rummaging through it until he found the pack of cigs.

"So..you two had fun, huh?" Steven teased at the doorway. "Shut up, Stevie!" Slash said, still covering his face. Duff laughed and shook his head while sitting on the edge of the bunk, next to Slash.

"Well, we know who had sex first this show. Everyone needs to give me a 20 now." Izzy said looking around. "That's not fucking fair!" Axl argued. "Yes, it is. I said I bet it's gonna be Duff, and it was."

"But that's different because it's Duff and Slash. I said by a groupie." Axl said back. "You never said by a groupie! Steven, back me up." Izzy turned to Steven. "You didn't say it had to be with a groupie, Ax." Steven said, siding with Izzy. "Whatever." Axl huffed and handed Izzy the money.

Duff, Slash, and Steven gave Izzy the fairly earned money. "You guys wanna come watch a movie?" Izzy asked the couple. "I'm takin' a nap." Slash rolled over, his back facing everyone. "I'm staying with Slash." Duff said.

"The way you two were talking to each other, it sure seemed like some type of movie." Steven commented. "Steven!" Slash threw the pillow at his head, causing Duff and Izzy to laugh. "Come on, Stevie." Izzy grabbed Steven's hand and shut the door behind them.

Duff laid down next to Slash, wrapping an arm around him. Slash shifted his body to turn around, "I love you, Duffy."

"You love my dick too." Duff smiled when he saw Slash roll his eyes, "Yeah, Yeah, shut up."

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College Affairs

CHAPTER II ------------------ I knew I had to be up soon, I had previously been woken up early by Ellie's rumbling around the room. She had realized she woke me up which resulted in her leaving the room slamming the door shut. No idea what the fuck her problem was, I snatched my phone off of the bedside table, I checked my notifications quickly.

I had a few missed texts from my sister, dad and lila. All asking me how my night went,I dismissed the messages deciding I had to get up. I threw my hair sloppily up so I could wash my face and brush my teeth.

I put on a tight white tank top, some dark blue sweats from Brandy along with my UGG slip ons. I was exhausted I slept horribly, Ellie fucking snores and mumbles in her sleep.

~ bleep bleep ~

I glanced over at my bed, my screen lit up. I picked up the device scanning it...

dina<3 - Heyy Jesse is having a party on Friday! you should totally come ;) maybe you'll find a hot babe to bring home.

My eyes lit up, this was my chance I'd have a distraction from Ellie and her slut behavior and Katie could see that I'm not interested. I grabbed my grey hoodie heading out the door after grabbing my keys, throwing on my backpack and grabbing my tote.

I stopped at a nearby coffee shop, I ordered my usual which consisted of a bagel and a Chai.

"Y/n? here is your order" The muscular girl said handed me my drink, she was attractive. The way her veins bursted out when she held onto the cup and bagged bagel. Her crystal blue eyes stared into mine, her tight blonde hair pulled back into a braid. She was very, VERY hot. I thanked her slightly stumbling over my words, I was going to walk out slowly as I heard somebody talking to her.

"oooo Abby I saw you checking her outtttt, you were suppoused to clock out ten minutes ago but you stayed to serve her OOOOO" some boy said to her. He was maybe sixteen, shortish, dark brown almost black hair and dark brown eyes. He had a scar on the side of his face leading up away from the edges of his mouth.

"LEV!!! shut the fuck up!!!" she shouted. I chuckled walking out of the cafe checking the time. '9:10'

"fucking shit-" I ran to my car, I had class at 9:25 I needed to hurry. Once I made it into class I had bumped into somebody, the girl who just so happened to be Ellie. "where you goin' in such a rush baby- oh it's you sorry....here" she said holding the door open for me. I rolled my eyes at her stupidity and slut-like behavior making my way into class, I sat down preparing my shit for the next two 1/2 hours of lecturing.

I headed back to my dorm once it was over, it was roughly late noon now, I was tired and ready for a fat fucking nap by now. I walked in on an empty bed. 'hmm seems like Ellie was here' I thought to myself. I hopped onto my bed, lifting up my arms taking off my shirt then pants. I was left in just a revealing sports bra and some girl boxers. I yawned as I drifted to sleep eventually.

~ Ellie point of view ~

I had left in a rush when I realized she woke up, I was pissed at myself. I found her so attractive, the way y/n's jaw was perfectly sharp at the edges. Her beautiful blue eyes that shined bright, her tits that were huge since I had last seen her. Her ass was round and plump, I often found myself wondering what it'd feel like bouncing on my strap. I felt myself getting hot and bothered just thinking about it. AND to make matters WORSE, I had a fucking girlfriend. Yesterday when I had realized I found myself staring at her tits, I forced myself to look away.

I have never been loyal to Cat, we had a somewhat open relationship; we were into threesomes but never poly shit. I always flirted with other girls, never near her though, I mean she doesn't know but I couldn't really care less.

Yesterday I caught myself then knew I needed release so I went over Cat's....

~ flashback ~

"hey baby, it's me" I said pounding on her door, she didn't live in a dorm. She lived a few streets away in an apartment building, she's going to a alternative school for tattooing; not some fancy shmancy art school, not that she can't afford it because her apartment, as well as her families over 500k a year says other wise.

"hi, what're you doing here?" she asked wearing an oversized T, her hair matted from sleep. She rubbed her eyes welcoming me in, I immediately came in pushing her against the wall slipping my tongue into her mouth. She let out a moan while I smirked, I slipped my hand into her little pink panties rubbing in between her folds, a small moan escaping her mouth.

"oh so that's why you're here?" She sighed out, what the fuck? why was she mad.

"ellie...you haven't fucking texted me all day! you got a new roommate who is a FRESHIE. You ignored me yesterday too after we got into the argument about Sarah, and you're just going to come over here? to what? fuck me? because you're horny? no ellie. You are not going to use me. Go fuck one of your little snapchat hoes, or better yet! go fuck your new roomie, I'm sure she'd like that." She screamed at me until I walked out of her apartment, I was furious. I got in the front hall of the building immediately punching the nearby wall releasing some pent up anger. I furrowed my brows while holding my bloodied fist.

I was mad and horny now, so I'd do what I always did when I was. I pulled out my phone clicking on 'sarah' I needed it now.

ellie - hi w r u doin' ?

sarah - hiiiii i haven't heard from you in so long i miss you :(((( but nothin' much! wanna come over :)

She was sickly sweet, but she had some bomb ass tight pussy. I was down if she was, honestly I didn't care if she wasn't down. She found me hot, she was vulnerable and her ex broke up with her a few months ago. She came to me sobbing so I showed her what real pleasure is.

ellie - omw

I pressed send and started making my way back to the dorms.

I knocked on her door until she opened it, she looked at me smiling. She was 5'3, a long blonde haired blue eyed girl. She was a fucking bimbo. Huge tits, fat ass, I was so ready. I had brought in my car strap that I always kept for emergencies.

I pushed my way into the house plopping on her couch, the sofa was a sage green with cute pink and orange pillows. Her dorm was a singular one, she was a rich cunt who spent all daddys money. She was able to get a single dorm for just herself, it was larger than most dorms but smaller than an apartment. But it did have three separate rooms not counting the bathroom.

She sat next to me spreading her legs a little and scooting her ass closer to me, I grabbed a hold of it spanking it causing her to let out a moan. She was genuinely kind of gross, she was annoying and sweet. She made me want to fuck her inside out. I grabbed her other ass cheek smacking them both at the same time, she gasped which made me roll my eyes in annoyance.

I pushed her shorts to the side, I ran my fingers through her folds causing an actual moan to release. I felt calmer now, I rubbed a little until I got bored with her exaggerated moans. I pulled her shorts off then her panties, I slipped down off of the couch, I was on the floor now; she on the couch with her legs wide open.

Her sopping cunt right in my face waiting to be devoured, I licked my lips as I slowly went in. I licked slow, intense circles around her clitoris. "oh my god ellie-" she said pulling my head into her heat. I forgot how much I love fucking her. She's so vulnerable, god. I needed her to cum all over me.

I went faster and faster, my fingers sped up inside her curling up. This caused her to break. Her white, creamy cum covered my fingers and upper lip. I licked it off, pulling my fingers out forcing her to lick them.

"mhmmfffphmm" she sucked on my fingers which made me a little grossed out, I pulled them away pulling her up then pushing her body up then down. Her ass was up now, I quickly strapped up, I stuck my two fingers into her mouth, gagging her to get the goopy spit I needed as lube. She gagged then moaned.

She was dripping my her spit added to the sex aspect of this, I began rubbing her salvia on my red and green strap, I pushed it in her. She groaned out in pain and pleasure as I began my grind.

She finally was done after an hour of taking it like a slut, I pulled it out covered in her cum. "suck it baby" I said, she got on her knees taking my silicon member into her mouth, deepening it into her soft, pink throat. I moaned out, I could almost feel it, almost.

I pushed her head away after a solid five minutes of receiving on the faux cock.

She glanced at me with her puppy eyes, god why was she doing this?

"g'nna head out now, text ya after" I said sliding off my strap, picking it up and using the cleaner I had brought. I headed out the door before she could convince me for a round two.

~ flashback over back to present day ~

I walked into the dorm, unlocking it as quietly as I could. When I walked inside the small room. Y/n laying in her bed, her upper back out while laying on her stomach.

Her back was toned perfectly her creamy skin was sexy, I could see her tight, grey Calvin Klein bra cling to her body. Jesus I wanted to fuck the life out of her, below that was the rim of some boxers, a slight few of her lower right ass cheek was out. I felt myself throbbing, my cunt was soaked. I had to do something, I walked over to her quietly.

I knew she was tired, I was loud last night so she wouldn't wake up, hopefully. Or maybe she would and look deeply into my eyes to say "please fuck me daddy" jesus-

I clutched my chest getting a hold of my breathing once again, I slowly reached over rubbing my fingers tips against her warm back. She was milky smooth, her skin felt like butter. I wanted to melt, I was melting. I saw her body suddenly twitch a little.

"shit" I cursed under my breath, running over to my bed plopping on it pretending to be on my phone.

Y/n turned over stretching, her massive tits recoiling as she sat up to crack her back. Her stomach was amazingly flat and toned, she has a small pudge that was her uterus, she was perfect. Oh my god I needed her. I felt my mouth become watery and my mind became cloudy with images of her begging me to be inside her.

She stood up stumbling over to the bathroom; she must've not realized I was here, she hadn't even opened her eyes yet.

I watched her waddle over to the door, her ass cheeks jiggling with each step. I licked my lips smacking myself aside the head. I needed her.

She came out after a few minutes, still mostly naked. She bent over grabbing ahold of her tank putting that on then her sweats.

"oh hey.." she said awkwardly turning away from me. I didn't know what to say. I looked up at her raised my eyebrow then looked back down at my phone.

fuck...

~ Y/n point of view ~

"ok then-" I said boosting myself back onto my bed.

'hmm I need something to wear for Friday, I have tomorrow but after that It's the party so I need to figure it out now' I pondered on what I could possibly wear. Defiantly something slutty.

I opened up my drawer looking at my dress section, I settled on a small, tight dark red dress. It bad three holes going along the center, my tits would be out and my lower ass cheek whenever I got frisky or even bent over. I decided on some black heals to go with that, and some smokey make-up.

"what're you doing?" Ellie questioned seeing my put the revealing dress rested on my bed. "huh?" I played dumb. "what are you wearing that to??" she questioned, her brows furrowed into a thin line.

"party Friday" I answered.

"oooo shit Jesse's? I'm going too, lemme give y'a ride"

"no I'm okay"

"c'mon y/n don't be a stuck up, lemme take you-"

"ok fine but if you get too drunk to drive me home then no" I complied finally.

She nodded, smirking looking down at my tits then back at me.

I was getting there, slowly but surely.

The night went by painfully slow, but eventually it was the next day. I hadn't spoken to Katie in awhile. Maybe I should text her? no she's too mad, but she told me to always make amends with her if we are fighting.

y/n - hi katie, r u ok?

y/n - helloooo

y/n - mhmm dude srsly ?

I waited, and waited but she didn't respond. I was annoyed and sick of her childish behavior until I heard the ping she had set on my phone for her. "I want you to know when I text you!" therefore she set a fucking custom sound.

katieee my lovey - yea?

y/n - seriously? kate you haven't spoken to me in a day almost two, what's up? ttm

katieee my lovey - i think you know what's up y/n

y/n - no i rlly don't kate so tell me

katieee my lovey - you know i never stopped liking you, you always lead me on with laying on me or inviting me over with weird sexual sayings along with that. you know i want you and suddenly you're crushing on your roomie? ellie has been a player since 14 dude. ur setting ur self up. you'd be better off w me y/n and yk it. i catch you staring at my tits or ass all the time yet you never pull anything; and i never say anything so i dont embarrass you. I Love You Y/N.

I didn't even know what to say, I really didn't especially when Ellie came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel.

I needed to be bold, I don't care if Katie is right Ellie is sexy and I want her in me. I marched up to Ellie who had her back turned to me, her muscles flexing as she bent down to scoop up her sports bra.

"...ellie.." I said breathing out rapidly, I was terrified.

"yeah?" she said turning around, her sexy collar bone sticking out, her muscles flexing, her veins purtruding because of the hot shower. Her hair soaked, her green eyes shining. I needed her.

I looked from her lips to her eyes, up and down again until she pulled me in. She smashed her lips against mine..."fuckk ellie.." I moaned out when she pulled away to stare at me. I leaned back in, she cupped one of my breasts through my tank, I moaned out again. My nipples went rock hard and my cunt throbbing for some attention.

I began to tug on the towel....

"no" Ellie said bluntly, my mouth dropped to the floor. How could I be so dumb? she just wanted to fuck me. She probably was a no touch. Shit. She came a step closer towards me.

"c'mon baby take off that pretty tight shirt of yours and let me have my way with you-"

*bing bing*

fuck. Katie.

Ellie rolled her eyes grabbing her shit going back into the bathroom to continue getting ready. I just fucked up so much worse. Holy shit.

katieee my lovey - see dude? fuck you y/n seriously fuck you.

I fucked up BIG time.

I sat on my bed read adjusting my tank trying to calm my breathing, my sopping pussy was sticking to my panties. I needed to do something intense tomorrow, I needed some serious friction. I knew I was going to need to take someone home with me, but who? god y/n you're going crazy!

hi guys ;) I hope you're enjoying, the beginning of next chapter will be in Ellie's point of viewwwwwww!! and an Abby smut will be posted laterrrrr, and possibly an Ellie x Abby oneshot but that might be posted on wattpad @tlouxobsessed ;)))))))

Anyways have a great day/night/afternoon!!!

Part 3

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goodnight

summary: in which eve comes home late

set: early may 2022

warnings: mention of food and i think that's it

word count: 0.6k

an: i'm back! writers block has been kicking my ass lately, the ideas are there but the ability to write? gone. anyways, please enjoy this cute little scenario! feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

eve’s masterlist

Eve put in the code for the door, sighing when it opened and she let herself in. It was three in the morning, and she had just finished a dance practice for young luv.

She switched on the light and put her dance bag on the kitchen counter, knowing she’d use it again in a few hours, when she saw a sticky note on the edge of the counter.

your dinner/midnight snack/breakfast is in the fridge. you can warm it up when you get home. lia :)

Eve smiled as she read the letter. She went to the fridge and saw a bowl of jajangmyeon sitting in the middle of one of the shelves. She took it and walked to the microwave, putting it in for two minutes and quietly getting her chopsticks out the utensils drawer.

Once the jajangmyeon was done warming up, Eve started eating it. She replied to some texts from her friends and family as she ate. When she finished, she took her dish to the sink and washed it, dried it and put it in the cupboard when she was done, then went to switch off the light as she left the room.

Before going to her room, she went to Yeji and Lia’s, to check if they were asleep. Lia was fast asleep, so Eve gave her a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room. Yeji, however, was still, barely, awake, watching a drama, her lamp on providing light. She looked up when Eve knocked on the door and opened it.

“You’re back,” Yeji said, getting up from bed and going to hug her member. Eve reciprocated the hug and walked Yeji back to her bed.

“You don’t have to stay up and wait for me, you know,” she stated, forcing Yeji down by her shoulders so she’d go into the covers.

Yeji shrugged. “If I were the one who had a schedule until this time, you’d stay up for me.”

Eve took Yeji's phone and switched it off, placing it on her bedside table. She made sure Yeji was comfortable in bed before switching off the lamp and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Thank you, Jiji. Sleep well,” she whispered against Yeji's head.

“Goodnight, Nana.”

Eve crossed the distance to the still open door, trying her best to be quiet when she closed it and cursing its tendency to creak every time it’s being closed. She walked to her room, letting out a breath of relief when she opened it and feeling her body sag with exhaustion.

She changed out of her dance practice clothes into her pyjamas in the dark, something she does when she gets home late so she doesn't get comfortable in bed then remember she forgot to turn off her light. As she neared her bed, she noticed that somebody was in it. Upon closer inspection, squinting her eyes and the power of deduction, she noticed it was Yuna.

It wasn’t uncommon for Yuna to sleep with Eve. When they were rookies, Yuna would sleep with Eve whenever the former was feeling overwhelmed or stressed. Eve would wrap her arms around the younger girl and they’d go to sleep like that. It had been a while since they last did, though. Since they separated dorms, it became something they rarely did.

Eve brushed her hand along Yuna’s face, smiling at the sleeping girl. She got in the bed behind the girl, placing her arm around Yuna’s waist. Yuna then stirred and turned around to place her head against Eve’s chest, doing a little dance as she got comfortable.

“What are you doing here?” Eve asked, patting Yuna’s hair.

“I missed my unnie. And I’ve been a bit anxious lately,” Yuna mumbled sleepily against Eve’s shirt.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Yuna shook her head. “Not now. When the sun is up.”

“Okay.” Eve kept stroking Yuna's hair until the girl fell asleep again. She then closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, feeling her body slip off into sleep.

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